28 July 2007 - 10:16 pm

So I go to a play the other night, small venue in West LA, off of Sawtelle, behind the Empenada place, because my friend's son is in it. We go to see him, not knowing anything about the play, and don't even tell him we are coming, just to be especially supportive of him, so we aren't a distraction. We even sit in the back, farthest from the stage.

It's in this versatile little storefront space, and my friend actually knows the person who owns and runs it, and we talk afterwards and find out he has all sorts of things planned for it, including a screen that will be made of slats, so while projecting images (say movies) onto it, it can also be walked through. He's affiliated with the Second City crowd, so he has that group of comedians and thespians to draw upon. He just wants it to be available for people to do things, whatever that may be, and since it is so tiny, have it be as versatile as possible.

Well anyway, the play was good, my friend's son performed well and excellently, subtle in his performance, which was good, because he was playing against much larger characters. Such as Bob & Ed, of Bob & Ed's Discount Enlightenment Warehouse, and also the large character of God.

Okay, so here's where it gets funny. (Not to say the play isn't funny, but funny to me personally, the reason I am telling this story.) After the show, we are mingling with the actors, congratulating and thanking, and they are thanking us, the paying audience members, for coming and laughing and applauding, and the person playing God is introduced to me. We shake hands, he hears my name and seems to think we may have met before. I shake my head no. We move along, talk with some other people, and then we are beginning our walk home, when the actor playing God makes sure to ask us if we are coming with the actors to a nearby bar. My friend replies no, we shake hands again, and we continue on our way.

After we get a little ways away, my friend turns to me and says, "I think God was hitting on you."

I agreed. And started laughing.

God, hitting on me. That's a funny thought. Funnier still because in the play... well, I won't give anything away, in case you decide to go see it. But the thought of God hitting on me was just so funny.

And I am a little bummed, that now that I am moving, is when I find out that there's someplace cool and innovative nearby to go see live performances. It is the only theatre in the immediate area, besides Culver City and Santa Monica. Isn't that the way of it, once you are about to move away from an area, that's when you find your true love?